Sipping a caramel vanilla latte with extra foam
I look up and see a handsome brown skin man smiling
His eyes met mine and it appeared awkward for him
but mellow for me
As I knew I looked my best this morning
So, I do a slight hair flip over the shoulder
and continue to sip my latte.
He still is smiling in a perplexing kind of way
Is he nervous or excited about my beauty?
I'm turned on by his eye contact and dapper demeanor
mmmm mmmm mmmm
Our eyes are still locked in on each other
I wonder what he is thinking?
I’m thinking about our first date.
He gets up from the table
This is really about to happen
match made on Monday, dinner date on Friday
he walks over hands me a napkin and says,
“You might want to wipe your upper lip. You have white foam on it.”
In sheer shock and embarrassment our eyes unlock,
he winks and walks away
Foam? Really?
©Nichole Nichole
You sure got me chuckling with the end of this one. It is more commonplace than one might imagine I feel. The damned frothy foam leaves less room for everything else.